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Name: Chad
Country: United States
State: New Jersey
Gender: Female
Interests: Filmmaking, writing, and selling illegal narcotics.
Expertise: Making depressed drunk women happy is what I'm an expert at.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Media
Message: message me
Member Since:
12/15/2003
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| First time i left my house in weeks.
It was okay. I didn't accomplish much.
Chad | | |
| Who's the coolest guy in town, the hmm? Chad is. Finally getting started on my new failing masterpiece:
ho-me-o-sta-sis (houmiy-eohstai-ysis) n. a movement within a system, person or group towards equilibrium || the capacity of a government to remain stable in the face of major internal adjustments.
I am so proud. It will be my best, if i can just get outta the house to do it.
It's friday night, everyones drunk, but chad. he has bigger and better things to do.
Like Crystal Meth shit fucks you up!
Ehhehh
Love,
Chad | | |
| I hate xangas, it feels like a responsibility to me. i look at other peoples in awe that they can spill a new part of their guts everyday and still have time to do all the insane stuff they write about either im not interesting or not as creative as them
fuck it
Love,
Chad
PS I have things to say, but am to fuckin tired and horny to write about em. I gotta blanket, pillow, VCR, and a bottle of lotion with my name written allll ovvverr it | | |
| Wow, having an online journal when nothing good or interesting happens is odd, huh?
Well, I got a letter for the Local District Court of New Jersey on Christmas Eve requesting my appearance on January 22. Nothing slipped through the cracks. Those fuckin' pigs were just saving it to fuck up my holiday. Fuckers.
Put that in your pipe and smoke it. Just dont get caught.
Love,
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| Holy shit... I sold out didn't I? An xanga journal... Chad is now a part of the online bitching-about-problems-no-body-gives-a-cockshit-about column. I guess I ought to get started, eh? I am recovering from the flu, which is always good. I can't wait to get back to school, cuz the big man is probably gunna wanna talk to me about the little stunt I pulled on wednesday (I was absent thurday-monday).
I was in the lunch room, minding my own business, when I was hit in the face with a goddamn susage beef patties. Someone was going to die. So I began going from table to table screaming obsentities and threats, looking for people without beef patties, until I found the fucker. Craig Wathers, that prick. He claimed he ate it, but he's skinny, and that beef patty would have gone right to his hips. I dumped my milk all over him then went back to my table. I felt bad later because I ate the beef patty, and it was delicious. It kind of made up for it, tasting good and all.
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